An Altar in Your Name

Your memories remain tucked away

In the quietest corner of my heart,

In my solitary hours, I retrieve them,

And my imagination crafts them into a lover—

Living, breathing, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Your eyes are sad, translucent with pain,

I long to hold your face in my palms and to kiss your eyes,

I transform my solitude into love—

Dark grey monsoon clouds, heavy with mourning, hover in the sky,

I ask them to send my love and kisses to you.

Desire rises in me like waves,

And breaks at the shore of my soul,

Bewildered as I am, unsure what to do with them,

I carve an altar with them,

And mark it with your name.

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(This poem has received a "Special Mention" in Day 3 of NaPoWriMo 2026, hosted by Storyscrapers, Prompt: Sculpted by the Poet, Style: Descriptive.)